Mated To My Master's Beta

Ava's POV A WEEK LATER I was beyond happy as I watched the marriage ceremony of Alpha getting married. It felt like a dream when Briane and the other maids had said it days ago...I found it hard to believe because it felt too true to believe until Alpha Darien had announced himself that we should start preparing for the ceremony. That moment had almost knocked the wind out of me. I remember just staring at him, frozen in place, barely able to process his words. I was still healing from the last punishment—my back burned with every step—but the pain paled in comparison to the spark of hope that lit up in my chest. And he hadn’t sent for me since then, and I had really been grateful for that. I had thrown myself into the preparations willingly, doing more than was asked. And now, here I am. Standing at the edge of the courtyard, half-hidden behind the marble pillar of the archway, eyes fixed on the sight in front of me. He’s standing beside her...His bride. Her name is Alina. I

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Ava's POV I entered into the room Lyra shared with Mira, Lyra was on the floor, her body curled inward, trembling as sobs wracked her small frame. Karen sat beside her, rubbing soothing circles into her back, whispering things I couldn’t hear. “Lyra…is it true?” I asked, my voice barely more than a breath. Lyra’s head snapped up. Her eyes were red-rimmed, swollen from crying, and filled with panic. She scrambled to her feet and rushed toward me, her fingers clamping onto my hands so tightly it hurt. “Ava, can you do something? They’re taking Mira away from me.” Her voice cracked. “I don’t even know where they’re taking her to. Do something! I’ve never been away from my sister before. How will I survive? How will I survive in this cage they call a house? They should just kill me instead of taking my sister away from me!” She dropped to her knees with a gut-wrenching wail, pounding the floor with her fists. I stood there, frozen. My throat closed up as I watched her fall apart. I w

Ava's POV My eyes shot open as I looked around the room. Lyra was curled up on the shelf beside my bed, her head resting awkwardly on the mattress, red hair splayed across the blanket. Her face was blotchy, eyes swollen from too much crying. The sight made my chest tighten. Then it hit me—I hadn't had a nightmare. I blinked, confused. My nightmares had become so regular that I woke from them screaming, panting, drenched in sweat. But this time, there had been no monsters chasing me, no voices, nothing. Just a full night’s sleep. For the first time in months. I sat up cautiously, bracing for the sharp sting of pain that usually came with movement but it never came. Only a dull ache settled low on my left side. I frowned and reached behind me, fingertips ghosting over my lower back. Nothing. No bruises that made me flinch. Was I dreaming? Was this another illusion? Then, my mind flood back to how I almost collapsed in the hallway and Thorne had carried me to my room. He ha

Ava's POV I blinked my eyes open, and for a moment, I wished I hadn't. I had wished I never woke up, but it seems the universe wasn't done making me suffer. My breath caught in my throat, and I stared at the ceiling, cold and cracked, like it was laughing at my misery. Waking up was the cruellest part of my day—because every time I did, I remembered I was still here.My body screamed in pain from the position I was. I tried to shift, but even the smallest movement felt like punishment. What had I done to deserve this? Had I done something bad in my past life that I'm paying for right now? Or had my parents done something bad to someone that i am reaping right now? Should I pray for forgiveness, maybe all this would stop, at least? Why do I keep waking up, just to be reminded I’m still here? Still breathing in a world that only knows how to hurt and break me. How long was I out?Does it even matter?Time has no meaning here. Not when every hour feels like a punishment, and every sile